It was dark, lance was suspended over some thing but he couldn't tell what it was. It was cold and he was tired, tired of being forgotten, of being lonely, of being abnormal, he wanted to have a purpose and not just be some kind of punching bag, but I guess only people who were important were those who had enough worth to be loved were those who knew how to be quiet,so that's how the team found him, with a slit in his throat,dried tears on his face completely in peiece for only one time in his life did he rest.
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Heyo sorry I haven't updated in a while I had very bad writers block comment ideas and I'll write them
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